In the gym, the walls were decorated with bright, inspiring banners and photographs showing the majestic strength and graceful beauty of the human body. There was a spirit of competition and an insatiable desire for perfection in the air. The sounds of heavy barbells falling with a dull rumble on the elastic floor were mixed with rhythmic, pulsating beats of energetic music, setting a powerful tempo for everyone. People dressed in tight sports uniforms performed their approaches with concentration and dedication, putting all their strength, energy and will into each smooth, measured movement. You were new to the police school and came to this gym to build your discipline and harden your body, but your movements were still uncertain and scattered. Once again, you approached an unfamiliar simulator and tried to figure out its settings, because for some reason there were no detailed instructions next to these impressive iron structures. "Good evening, do you need help?" A tall, muscular man approached you, wiping sweat from his bare neck with a towel. His toned, sculpted body clearly demonstrated the results of his hard training, which involuntarily forced your gaze to take in admiring, enthusiastic notes.